A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 351: Moody
Chapter 353 Moody
The freshmen excitedly lined up to the top of the auditorium, waiting for the sorting, but Felix only felt a little hungry.
The same goes for Sniff Valen.
"Wait a little longer, we can make a bet, guess if there will be raisin pudding on the table later, by the way, do you eat grapes?" Felix asked in a low voice, sitting on his lap, stretching Staring at the empty dining table with his neck, he was a little disappointed.
Especially when it applied with its eyes, asking if it could collect a set of Hogwarts tableware, it was mercilessly rejected by Felix.
Snape looked at them with a strange expression on the side, but Niffler was only interested in shiny and delicate things. Flitwick's eyes were completely useless on the high cushion.
“…
Hold me well on the head,
I have never looked past,
I want to see your mind,
Judge which house you belong to! "
Accompanied by rumbling applause, the sorting hat ended its annual singing, and the sorting officially began. The only strange thing about Felix is that the last line of this song is not "they share a dream, a wish" - he has heard it too many times in the principal's office before, which made him subconsciously think that the Sorting Hat intends to use this ending.
"Stuart Ackley!" Professor McGonagall stood aside, unfolding a long piece of parchment, and stroked the name.
A boy steps forward and can be seen shaking from head to toe. He picked up the sorting hat and put it on his head, and sat on the stool, rolling his eyes a little nervously.
"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat shouted.
Stuart Ackerley took off his hat and hurried to take a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone at the table applauded him in welcome.
"Malcolm Bardock!" "Slytherin!"
"Eleanor Branstone!" "Hufflepuff!"
"Owen Caldwell!" "Hufflepuff!"
"Dennis Creevey!" "Gryffindor!"
The little guy surnamed Creevey was wearing a mole coat, which was obviously Hagrid's. For a first-year freshman, it was a solid fur tent. When he was sorted into Gryffindor House, he didn't even think about it, and ran towards the position of Gryffindor House.
While running, he shouted excitedly and shared his experience: "Colin! I fell into the lake! In the lake!"
"The sorting hat! Keep the sorting hat!"
Professor McGonagall chased after him and shouted twice, but he didn't respond. As a last resort, she tapped with her wand, so that the sorting hat on the freshman's head floated back by itself, and Felix moved his fingers, Let the mole coat fly to Hagrid who was about to get up.
"Thanks, Felix." Hagrid said roughly, he reached out and shook his coat, and the raindrops fell all over the ground.
On the other side, Gryffindor College let out good-natured laughter. The freshman scratched his head and sat shyly next to a student who looked like him. Describe the scene of falling into the water, "I fell into the lake, took a few sips of water, and thought to myself, this is the end! Suddenly something pushed me back to the boat!"
"That's cool!" said his brother, Colin Creevey, who was two grades older than him, and he was as excited as his younger brother, "Probably a giant squid, Dennis!"
Colin pointed to Harry, who was a few seats away, and said, "See that boy over there? The one with the black hair and the glasses? He's Harry Potter. I sent it to my family." He and his friends are in those twelve photo albums!"
His younger brother Dennis looked at Harry curiously. If his elder brother hadn't been living in the courtyard for more than half a year because of indirect eye contact with the basilisk in the first grade, the photo album at home would have been out of place.
But thanks to his brother's photo album, he recognized Harry at a glance. And his brother continued to say: "I just asked him to pray for you, hoping that you can be assigned to Gryffindor, guess what? It really worked."
"Let me tell you about the Patronus he released in the foyer, it's so handsome..."
People’s emotions are not connected. Harry's face was hot, and Ron asked him teasingly, "Did you just pray?"
Harry hesitated, changed the subject hastily and said, "That empty seat should be the new professor?" He pointed to the teacher's seat.
"Who else?" Ron muttered, "But he's late, the dinner party is about to start."
In fact, until the end of the dinner, when Harry was so full that he had to discard half of the smoked potato on his plate, the empty seat at the teacher's table remained empty.
Felix conjured up a set of small tables and chairs with transfiguration. Sniffing Valen sat on it, eating a piece of sliced raisin pudding, and tied a white napkin on his chest.
Xiu Niu, who finished eating early, was a bit bored. He sniffed various smells in the air, and soon found an acquaintance.
It pulled Felix's trousers and pointed in a direction. Felix had a dark face—the little guy was too short, but he roughly saw the direction and guessed what it meant.
"Go, don't steal anyone's things, not even tableware, remember?"
Xiuxiu nodded persistently.
It walked under the dining table, jumped over the kicking legs, quickly found the target, and climbed up her trouser legs.
"Ouch!" Hermione exclaimed, looked down, and met a pair of small black eyes.
"Varren?" she called in a low voice, and Ron, Harry, and several students around looked over.
"A black duck?" Dean Thomas, who grew up in a Muggle family, asked curiously.
"I guess it's a Niffler," Neville said softly.
"Sniff—what?"
"Xixi, her name is Varen, and she is raised by Professor Haipu." Hermione introduced.
"Her?" Dean was taken aback.
"That's right!" Hermione hugged Xixi happily, "She's a little lady, isn't she, huh?"
Ron stared at Warren and said, "I've always wanted to have one, they're notoriously good at finding treasure, and it was on Fred and George's New Year's wish list when they were kids."
Fred poked his head across Angelina's position and said, "Don't slander us, our wishes have been changed long ago."
“Yeah,” said George, who was sitting on the other side of him, “especially when we found out that Nixiu is better at picking money from the pockets of people around us, we changed our minds.”
"Keep an eye on your pockets, and your forks—" Fred warned at last.
"And the goblet." George added.
Ron clutched his pocket sadly, "They have a point, Harry, it's staring at your coin!"
Xiuxi, who was sitting in Hermione's arms, was staring at Harry intently. Harry was holding a Muggle coin in his hand. It was golden and still shining. It was remodeled by Felix last school year. When cast, the number of apparition casts can be monitored.
According to the agreement, Harry can only use Apparition outside the Room of Requirement after its golden light is filled.
When he left school in the last school year, he was still a little short, but during the summer vacation, he ran around with Sirius, and accidentally made up the last point...
At this time, Dumbledore began to speak with a smile. Students enter the Forbidden Forest privately.
They were already familiar with these words, and the people around Harry didn't pay much attention to them. They were obviously more interested in Xixiu-
"Harry, you'd better put the coin away, although Professor Haip taught it, but--my God!"
Hermione stopped in surprise, snuffed and took out a gold Galleon from his pocket, put it on the table, and then pointed to Harry's coin.
"What's it doing?" Ron asked puzzled.
"I think," Hermione took a deep breath and said in disbelief, "Harry, it wants to exchange with you—"
The three of them looked at each other, what a strange sniff, Ron chuckled, "Professor Haipu's education is really...haha... really effective, even the nature of the sniff has been corrected. "
But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore, because he didn't get a response for a long time, Varen thought that Harry was unwilling, so he took out another gold Galleon from his small pocket, and stacked it with the first one.
Harry stared at it dumbfounded. On the long dining table, the third and fourth Galleons were quickly piled up. , even Dean could see how reluctant it was.
But how distressed I was when I took out the money, and how proud I was when I let it go, Xixiu stretched out a finger, pointed to the pile of gold Galleons, and then pointed to the gleaming gold in Harry's hand. Coins, exuding the aura of a little rich woman, made everyone around stunned.
Ron encouraged: "Don't give up, Harry. See how many Galleons it can take out, Merlin's beard...it's richer than me!"
At this time, Dumbledore finally talked about something closely related to the students, "...I also regret to tell you that the College Cup Quidditch Tournament will not be held this year."
"What?" Harry looked up, breathless in surprise. Not only him, most of the students were stunned by the news.
"Boom!"
A flash of lightning flashed across the ceiling, thunder exploded outside the castle, rattling the glass windows, and the door of the auditorium was slammed open.
A man entered, leaning on a long cane, wrapped in a black traveling cloak. With the help of the light in the auditorium, the students of the four colleges saw his appearance clearly, and they all gasped.
This man's face seemed to be carved out of a piece of rotten wood, and the man who did it was a crappy craftsman who was absolutely not good at carving knives. Every inch of his skin was scarred. His nose was missing a piece of flesh, a The legs were artificial legs made of carved wood, and they made bang bang noises when he walked. When he passed the dining table, the little wizards on both sides shrank back quickly to the other side in fright.
Harry stared at Moody's face, then at the half-baked potato on his plate, feeling a little sick to his stomach.
After getting closer, the students found that the most frightening thing about this stranger was his eyes, one of which was intact, but the other——Sniffer was paralyzed in Hermione's arms, her face was covered with two small hands. Dare to look, but it still didn't forget to reach out and stuff the gold Gallon on the table back into its pocket.
Hermione was funny and angry, but when her eyes fell on the stranger's eyes, she couldn't smile at all. It was a big and round fake eye, which moved up and down, left and right in the eye socket, sometimes leaving only the white of the eye, and it seemed to be staring behind.
He briefly shook hands with Dumbledore ~IndoMTL.com~ and sat down on the only vacant seat, ignoring the others, and ate the leftover food on the table. But the blue prosthetic eye still kept turning around, looking at the auditorium and classmates.
"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody."
In a frightening silence, Dumbledore announced the existence of the Tournament. After centuries, the Ministry of Magic is finally ready, and this time, the number of participating schools has increased to five.
Many students don’t even know Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, let alone Ilvermorny and Vagadus outside of Europe. They listen to Dumbledore’s speech as if they are listening to the sky. Night Tale.
Felix was no stranger to this information. He cleared his throat, sniffed Varen and immediately jumped out of Hermione's arms, taking a long detour to avoid Moody with scary eyes.
Moody had a sausage in his mouth and ate it silently, his false eye following the trail of Niu Niu and seeing it finally climb up the shoulder of a young professor. He gave a low "sneer".
"Small things."
(end of this chapter)